God telling you she's not the one

 I had a delicate glass ornament and my girlfriend said it feels like plastic. I hit it a little too hard to see and it shattered. She was actually wrong, wrong for me.

Then she was driving my car when a hole melted in a piston. not her fault. She's just not the one.

Then her dog drooled on my slacks. Ok, that's it. We're done .

Life is hard, hard hard.

She was nice enough, but the deck was stacked against us. 

I married a nightmare instead.